Mo Yang frowned and glanced at a few of them, then suspiciously pulled Eighth Senior Brother's—no, Eighth Senior Sister's—hand, closed his eyes, and focused his senses. A moment later, his expression changed drastically, and he snapped his eyes open.
"This is..." Mo Yang's face was filled with astonishment, a trace of solemnity between his brows.
He could not sense any life force within this Eighth Senior Sister at all; all her vital energy seemed to be gathered in her Dantian. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
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